Oh dear. That can't be a good sign. That can't be a good sign at all. Maybe, months ago, Luce could dismiss it as something else. Busy work, the stress of everything, et cetera. Yet right now her brow furrows as she stares down at him, worry clear in her eyes.

"We were talking about the man who came to see me at the charity concert," she answers, wondering if that will help nudge his mind back into order or if she'll have to be more clear.